Maybe he had been lucky to meet Clyde, who taught him
all about that world. Or maybe it wasn’t luck. Eeebs had
thought nothing of talking to Clyde. But an older, wiser cat
probably wouldn’t have tried talking to a ghast. An older,
wiser cat would have simply run.
Just as Eeebs had ignored the legends and the warnings
from his mother, he’d also ignored his common
sense—which generally encouraged running away
from giant white flying things that cried and shot balls
of fire from their mouths.
Who knew there could be a ghast who was actually kind?
That was why Eeebs had survived.
As Tufty and Meowz stood before him, in awe, Eeebs
told them about all his adventures. What happened to him.
How he changed. How the Nether had chosen him.
“Chose you for what?” asked Tufty.
“To help fight against that army,” said Eeebs. “I guess.”
Then, Eeebs told them about how an enderman was
planning to take over their own world.
“So let me get this straight,” said Meowz. “That place, the
Nether, chose you? To be some kind of warrior? And you
have like … special powers and stuff?”
Eeebs nodded again. “Basically, yeah.”
“Wow,” said Tufty. “That’s too cool, huh? Special
powers? Fighting bad guys? And honestly, Eeebs,